posting poetic prose
03 Dec 2022 2 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: children, divorce, family, sexual freedom
no fault divorce
has nearly killed
marriage in america,
LGBTQ agenda
will nail coffin shut.
children — confused,
abandoned, impoverished,
scarred and/or enslaved —
pay the price for adults’
sexual freedoms.
family foundation crumbles
from failure to invest;
when amoral people
ruin a republic
chaos reigns.
02 Dec 2022 17 Comments
pure and persuasive as spring rains
accumulate and wait for moonrise…
memos from heaven everywhere; next to
my feet…see, i am taking off my shoes.
bare branches as springboards for
flight, riding the breath of God?
onion heart…never getting all the way in
but what cardiologist God, wearing scrubs,
air around him clarified suddenly and
by that i think God means us to be
an inner fountain springing always fresh
to grow in His reflected image!
An ending poem of 12 lines for the end of the year and the 12th month as prompted by Laura Bloomsbury at dVerse. I chose ending lines from poems in Sea Glass by Luci Shaw, 2016. (In final line I changed pronoun “its” to “his”).
02 Dec 2022 5 Comments
in tanka Tags: alone, loneliness, quiet, soul
listen to your soul
alone is not loneliness
but self-connection
we all need time to process
life’s challenges and trauma
28 Nov 2022 14 Comments
in quadrille Tags: blankets, blessings, books, grandchildren
smiles and giggles
playing prisoner
till released
mindful anticipation
learning new game
directed energy
little hands warm mine
exploring outdoors
in wonder
quiet cozy moments
reading favorites
with blanket
words in unison
praying aloud
by memory
for every little blessing
we give thanks,
Father
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A quadrille (44 words) including the word “warm”. Written for dVerse where Lisa tends the pub 🙂
23 Nov 2022 2 Comments
in senryu, Uncategorized Tags: america, mercy, sins
post-Christian nation
still wrestles with her past sins
may God have mercy
21 Nov 2022 20 Comments
We’re grateful to live where autumn ripens into a real season. Fields of corn and soybeans dry, then die to be harvested by hungry combines. The trees shed their modest summer greenery and commence puttin’ on the ritz in shades of russet, rich brown, gold, and burnt orange.
We’ll admit to overdosing on pumpkin: picked from pumpkin patch, decorating our doorstep, carved into jolly jack-o-lanterns, made into moist muffins or perfect pie, sipped as pumpkin-spice flavored coffee or chai.
We all enjoy sitting closer with family or neighbors around blaze of bonfire, roasting sticks in hand, as the sun goes down. Even the dogs and cows put on warmer coats.
when outdoor temps dip
make s’mores in microwave
marshmallows puff up
Linking to dVerse poets where Linda Lee Lyberg hosts autumn haibun. Photo of my grandson who is 3 today!
04 Nov 2022 5 Comments
in haiku, scripture Tags: breath, life, mist
we’re but passing mist
our lifespan a breath of God
shadows seen through fog
James 4:14
08 Oct 2022 7 Comments
in lament Tags: communication, fear, integrity, intimacy
whose eyes are windows to the soul
why do dark orbs seem lifeless?
where does one go to find comfort
when look away, turn inward?
cannot escape matrix of mind
confused thoughts circle nowhere
conflicted feelings cloud the heart
consequences prove painful
leave parents; later, spouse and home
lean into self-reliance
learned fear of real intimacy
lest empty self be disclosed
force cannot move one to love or
form friendships deeper than surface
for communication requires
foundational integrity
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Traditional Mongolian Meter requires quatrains written in lines of 7 to 8 syllables, each line head-rhymed with alliteration being a prominent element of the form. Grace at dVerse explains a head-rhyme as being “the first consonant of each line matching.
05 Oct 2022 18 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: dreamers, older, poetry, remodel, retirement
retirement arrived
finally unexpectedly
what does it mean??
too tired / put on new wheels
older & wiser (we can hope)
still too young to die!
(Lord willing)
got some good years ahead
to leave lasting imprint
(or learn at last to listen)
golden & embolden
dance a brave attempt
who cares / what
people think
be the real (old) you / me
restless dreamers
remodel our lives
unparalleled
committing
random acts of poetry
02 Oct 2022 Leave a comment
autumn’s lost robin
standing guard in our back yard
protects last apple
28 Sep 2022 2 Comments
in rhyming verse Tags: boxes, home remodel, moving, treasures
“so when is moving day?”
some people want to know
for us, it isn’t just one day
we like to move in slow!
a year ago we purchased house
(now it’s been even longer)
as we remodel step by step
the feel of home grows stronger
first, old windows must replace
peel popcorn from the ceiling
plain doors and cupboards to remove
each mess we make needs dealing
a crew comes in to texture,
ceilings and walls they paint
we’re trying to retire…
do all ourselves? we caint!
design a stone face fireplace
and nail barn wood on wall
saw, stain and poly (bases covered)
new cabinets installed
meanwhile, back at farmhouse
i’m organizing stuff that
we’ve accumulated over years
past time to say, “enough!”
to pack in box, give, throw away
can be hard to decide
when love is moving memories
old treasures offer ride
each time i drive to new house,
i bring a little more
basement done, put books on shelves
down there full boxes store
plank floor, appliances are in
it’s time to move the rest
sons and wives take many loads
you know, they’re just the best!
it’s taking time to organize
(waiting on dining set)
he builds a shed, re-does garage
no, we’re not finished yet!
18 Sep 2022 5 Comments
in latin formality, the roman
catholic church names saints:
Augustine, Teresa, Peter, Francis,
but we protest(ants) read our
Bible as saying we’re all saints
(all who believe, anyway) yeah,
you…you…you, and me, too!
thattsa holy whole lotta sainthood
sooo y’all (all of us livin’ in da ‘hood,
that is), let’s live…gotta live alive!
live in the light of the knowledge
that we, yes, WE (you and me)
reflect the very Glory of God which
we see in dear face of Jesus Christ!!
and remember now, it’s HIS glory
(not our own) so live humble-like
‘cuz we’re just jars of clay holdin’
the most precious treasure, the
Holy Spirit…jars fired in his kiln
and offerin’ his light to dark world,
go on now, bro, let the light SHINE!!
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Inspiration from sermon by Pastor Tim Ouwinga (entitled “Called to Be Saints: Humility) and 2 Corinthians 4: 6 & 7…and my bro, Dale.
a poem in my pocket 
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